REMI
the lullaby
walk me home in the dead of night
"Do you think Finn is sick too, then?" It's almost a whisper. Even in this land of make believe where he's hardly got a care in the world, the memory of a memory, of whatever had happened with Finn, is enough to dampen his mood considerably. If he hadn't killed Finn as he thought...if they'd passed out together in the ash...then what had happened?
The warning about frostbite sparks playfully in the back of Remi's mind, but he doesn't make it, busy as his lips are. There is a frustrating amount of clothing between them such that all of his movements are dulled by the thick fabric keeping them warm. It's a maddening challenge that he's happy to fight against, and though his knees and shins are becoming wet, he hardly cares. Not when it means keeping his husband so deliciously sandwiched between his legs.
"I'll flip a coin." Remi grumbles, much more interested in how the Star tastes than about decisions that will affect hundreds of lives. Still, he lets himself arch back from Ronin, looking down at him with a pained and mischievous expression. "Sunjata wanted the position once. Maybe him." Returning to kiss the side of Ronin's jaw and then down toward his shoulder, obscured by the huntsman's coat, Remi shrugs. "Who would you pick?" He asks idly as his fingers threaten to begin to undo the buttons of Ronin's coat.
The warning about frostbite sparks playfully in the back of Remi's mind, but he doesn't make it, busy as his lips are. There is a frustrating amount of clothing between them such that all of his movements are dulled by the thick fabric keeping them warm. It's a maddening challenge that he's happy to fight against, and though his knees and shins are becoming wet, he hardly cares. Not when it means keeping his husband so deliciously sandwiched between his legs.
"I'll flip a coin." Remi grumbles, much more interested in how the Star tastes than about decisions that will affect hundreds of lives. Still, he lets himself arch back from Ronin, looking down at him with a pained and mischievous expression. "Sunjata wanted the position once. Maybe him." Returning to kiss the side of Ronin's jaw and then down toward his shoulder, obscured by the huntsman's coat, Remi shrugs. "Who would you pick?" He asks idly as his fingers threaten to begin to undo the buttons of Ronin's coat.
because i can't be alone with all that's on my mind
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
